I should think you'd know better
Than to trust anyone
Who wanders inside from the light of the sun
And takes off his hat
And smiles a great smile, and who charms
With his smarms
Sits to stay for awhile

I should think you would ask
What does he stand to gain?
By subjecting your heart and controlling your brain?
By whispering lies
Each proclaiming his love
Sent from Almighty God
And from heaven above?

I should think you could feel
His embraces are cold
With affection for hire, all paid for and sold
Towards the greatest potential, the utmost ambition
Thought not as a soul to be cast to perdition
But more as a profit just waiting to yield
As a human encased in a green paper shield

I should think you could see
That you're nothing to him
And yet, you would jump to his every whim
For a scrap of his love
Or the heart on his sleeve
So then what will be left when he stands up to leave?

I should think *that* will pass
Like the spring and the fall
That he'll leave you there clutching at nothing at all
At the wisps in the wind through the tails of his coat
And the words left unsaid that are lodged in your throat

I should think you'll know then,
When he comes to your door
To make use of the locks, since that's what they're there for:
To keep those like him out, and to keep yourself in
To hold love for the virtue, and scorn for the sin

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